The Seductive Beauty Sinks Into the Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 22.1

Chi Wenqiu wasn’t particularly fond of bedroom activities, but if done well, it could clear his mind more effectively than a high-intensity 7-to-10 workday.

Qu Sinian wasn’t his first man, and he had long forgotten who the first reckless person to touch him was. Mission regulations dictated that to prevent memory confusion, previous memories would gradually blur while inside a mission world.

Chi Wenqiu’s memories were incomplete to begin with; he had even forgotten where he came from and felt a slight estrangement from his own name. With no attachments, he rarely considered the consequences of his actions, yet he harbored a profound hatred for being coerced, whether by the System forcing a mission or by Qu Sinian pinning him to the bed.

It had been about a week since their last intense encounter, and he was beginning to miss the thrill. Since Qu Sinian wasn’t around, his son was more than happy to oblige.

“Brother Wenqiu,” a voice called out.

While lost in thought, a handsome young man stood before him. Fresh from the shower and draped in moisture, he smelled of crisp, cool peppermint body wash. He stood there cautiously with his head bowed, his damp silver hair sticking up like a little hedgehog.

Without his rebellious clothes and hostile aura, he looked quite obedient, as if he wouldn’t mind no matter how excessive the treatment he received.

Chi Wenqiu hadn’t taken off his dress yet, though he had removed the makeup that made him uncomfortable. His bare face was elegantly detached, blending purity and desire into a transparent allure. He beckoned, as if coaxing a dog, “Come here.”

Qu Jing stepped forward quickly, intending to embrace him directly. Chi Wenqiu frowned, and the boy, quick to read the room, stopped immediately.

“I, if you’re unwilling, I won’t force you.”

“That’s what I should be saying to you. Kneel down.”

The final two words came so abruptly that Qu Jing didn’t react at first, needing a moment to confirm he hadn’t misheard. He slowly brought his knees together and sank to the floor, looking up at Chi Wenqiu from half his height, hands resting automatically on his thighs.

Chi Wenqiu gripped his face with one hand, studying features that were distinctly different from Qu Sinian’s. Qu Jing had watery “puppy eyes.” Chi Wenqiu hadn’t realized before how easy he was to bully.

“It hurts.” As nails dug into his flesh, Qu Jing flinched slightly. Chi Wenqiu’s gaze turned cold, and he delivered a backhanded slap to Qu Jing’s right cheek. An itch preceded the sharp pain, and it wasn’t until the five-finger mark clearly surfaced that Qu Jing realized he had been hit.

In all his life, no one had ever treated him with such disrespect. He stared at Chi Wenqiu, eyes wide with shock.

“Are you humiliated? Angry? Good. Back then, Qu Sinian was even worse to me. He would strip me naked and make me walk around, or choke me until I couldn’t breathe just to make me submit. Haha, look at your face, did you actually believe that?”

A mix of shock and rage flickered through Qu Jing. He opened his mouth, his expression stunned.

System: 【Host, you’re wicked.】

In truth, Qu Sinian had treated Chi Wenqiu reasonably well. In the early days, before his possessiveness became tyrannical, he gave him personal space. However, after they first slept together, the dynamic shifted. They were together almost every day, more intimate than lovers and more trusted than a confidant.

Corporate secrets were laid out openly for him to see, and bank PINs were even set to his birthday. Chi Wenqiu rarely used his money, though; his persona was that of a kind-hearted soul infatuated with Qu Sinian, he wouldn’t even leave when told to go.

Chi Wenqiu sat at the head of the bed with his legs crossed. His black heels with red soles swept up from Qu Jing’s knees, grazing his well-defined abs before pressing against his constantly swallowing throat. As he lifted his leg, he could feel the innocent boy’s burning gaze lingering on him.

“You like it?”

Qu Jing dazed for a long while before nodding hesitantly. Then, fearing Chi Wenqiu’s displeasure, he guiltily looked away.

A light scoff came from above: “The biggest similarity between you and your father is your lust. The biggest difference is that one is honestly lecherous, while the other is hypocritically subtle. Which one are you?”

Qu Jing’s cheeks burned uncontrollably. He stammered, “I, I’m not that kind of person.”

“Oh? So it wasn’t you who secretly used my underwear for self-gratification?”

The boy’s eyes instantly reddened. He was being provoked, yet Chi Wenqiu’s blunt questioning only made his heart race with excitement.

The cool tip of the shoe lifted his chin, forcing him to look up the length of those legs to Chi Wenqiu. Chi Wenqiu had eyes that were sharp and beautiful; they were slightly narrowed now, filled with disdain and mockery. Qu Jing’s wretchedness was fully exposed before him; even fully clothed, he felt stripped bare.

Chi Wenqiu leaned back slightly and tossed out two words like a charitable gift: “Fine. Take off those eyesore clothes.”

“I, I want to help you.”

Chi Wenqiu’s hand paused on his zipper as he was about to remove his wig.

Qu Jing looked at him longingly: “I like your hair down. It looks better that way.”

Chi Wenqiu curled his lip: “Anything else?”

“Don’t take off the shoes and stockings. And, it would be best if you put on some lipstick. I want to taste it,” Qu Jing said boldly, his eyes full of anticipation.

The little brat certainly has specific tastes.

Chi Wenqiu had no intention of indulging him. He briskly removed the wig and sat before him with an open, indifferent posture. He said coldly, “Hurry up. Use everything you’ve ever learned. Don’t waste my time.”

A mix of disappointment and excitement washed over Qu Jing as he shuffled forward on his knees. His clothes gradually fell to the floor. Years of fitness had given him a physique like a marble statue, and his endowment was not to be underestimated.

He tentatively cupped Chi Wenqiu’s foot. It felt delicate and cool. His hands itched to play with it, but Chi Wenqiu kicked him impatiently, a silent urge to move faster.

Qu Jing whispered, “It’s my first time. I’m not very good. Brother, teach me, okay?”

“Haven’t you watched videos?”

Qu Jing shook his head instinctively. “They aren’t as good.”

“How did you handle it before?”

“My hand.”

“Tch. What else?” Chi Wenqiu asked casually, shoving two fingers into the boy’s mouth to let him lubricate them with saliva.

Qu Jing kept his mouth open to accommodate him, thinking back hard. He murmured, “Since the night you came to see me, I’ve been using your clothes to play with myself. Eventually, it just happened.”

Chi Wenqiu sneered: “I wondered where my dirty laundry went. Turns out a dog made off with it.”

Qu Jing shook his head stubbornly: “It’s not dirty. It smells sweet. Like a mother, I like it!”

“You little brat, do you really see me as your mother?”

Qu Jing paused, then whispered: “Little Mom.” Calling him “Brother” felt too distant, “Stepmom” felt too old, but “Little Mom” was just right.

Chi Wenqiu didn’t respond. The boy climbed up, his hands busy attending to the trembling, porcelain skin. His voice grew louder: “Little Mom!”

He lunged in, pulling and deforming Chi Wenqiu’s flushed lips. He didn’t use much force, instead using every bit of his limited kissing skill to please his beloved. Because the technique was so simple, Chi Wenqiu had the mental space to think that this was just like his first kiss with Qu Sinian, clumsy, messy, and foolish.

His lips went numb from being sucked on. Chi Wenqiu bit him as a punishment. Qu Jing let go in pain, his eyes welling with tears.

“I’ll teach you.”

Those three short words made Qu Jing’s heart skyrocket. He couldn’t help but lean in again. His injured, trembling lips were stained blood-red. His eyes were full of bloated desire, completely submerged in passion, with not a trace of his usual calm remaining.

Chi Wenqiu hooked his chin. Before he even applied pressure, Qu Jing collapsed forward eagerly. Their lips pressed together in an ambiguous, grinding friction. Every time Qu Jing tried to take the initiative with his tongue, Chi Wenqiu would bite him. After a few times, he became well-behaved, staring directly at him with rounded eyes.

Chi Wenqiu’s kissing wasn’t particularly sophisticated, but it had an addictive magic. Once attached, Qu Jing didn’t want to let go. He wished he could devour him whole, from his lips to his eyes, from the inside out, until not even a fragment remained.

A bloody thought rose but was immediately dispelled by a sharp, pleasurable sensation. He clearly felt Chi Wenqiu’s supple tongue moving nimbly in his mouth, pulling his emotions along. His entire world was now only Chi Wenqiu.

Chi Wenqiu, Chi Wenqiu.

…

Having held someone for the first time, Qu Jing had instinctively done exactly what he wanted. He had successfully tasted Chi Wenqiu and was determined not to let go. However, Chi Wenqiu didn’t seem very interested; after one round, he wanted to stop.

“Baby, one more time, please?”

Without waiting for a refusal, Chi Wenqiu was flipped over. His hands, covered in bite marks, were pulled upward, and his face was buried into the soft, sweat-soaked pillow.

In the darkness, Qu Jing’s eyes shimmered with an eerie light. He admired the hourglass figure of the beauty before him with insatiable delight, the torso lowered, the hips arched, exquisite curves exposed, with crystal-like sweat trailing over snowy skin.

The visual impact sent Qu Jing’s excitement peaking. He leaned over, much like a feline predator, and firmly bit the back of Chi Wenqiu’s neck. A numbing sensation like an electric current surged through his body, making his already exhausted frame go even more limp.

His trembling hands struggled to even form a fist. After scratching at the headboard twice, Chi Wenqiu forced his head up to gasp for air, his sweat and tear-soaked eyes vacant and hollow. He was still somewhat spiteful; thinking about Qu Sinian’s furious reaction if he ever found out made him want to laugh.

“Brother, I want to kiss,” he whispered.

Chi Wenqiu didn’t respond but was gently turned and kissed. He choked on saliva he couldn’t swallow in time, his muscles contracting in waves. He heard a dazed murmur: “Baby, you’re squeezing a bit too hard.”

The tears on his face were licked away. Opening his eyes, Chi Wenqiu could see Qu Jing’s face more clearly now. He looked like a male ghost just hauled out of a river, dripping wet, his flushed face wearing a doting smile as he persistently licked Chi Wenqiu as if he were an ice cream that would never melt.

Chi Wenqiu didn’t love being intoxicated by this. He swayed his body and urged hoarsely, “Hurry up. I’m so sleepy.” As the alcohol wore off, the adrenaline of missing his sleep window faded, replaced by endless fatigue. He just wanted to fall asleep, but Qu Jing kept shaking him awake.

What is wrong with this guy? He hasn’t stopped for ages.

Even if he was young and full of vigor, shouldn’t there at least be a halftime break?

“Chi Wenqiu, I like you, I love you. Let’s be together for a lifetime, okay?” The sticky sweat had long since dried, and the stifling air from the heater felt parched. Love words spoken with a paranoid tone accompanied damp breaths, making Chi Wenqiu shiver. He casually ruffled Qu Jing’s hair.

He rejected him coldly: “No.”

As the words fell, the sudden sharp gasps sounded like a car skidding over a line, becoming abrupt and piercing. A violent jolting continued, shaking the bed until it felt ready to collapse.

After a long while, Qu Jing’s affectionate tone remained: “Brother, I truly want to be with you forever. Is that okay?”

“No, ugh.”

“Little Mom, Dad isn’t coming back. Only I can build a family with you. By day you’re my brother, by night my Little Mom, alright?”

“Mm, no.”

“You only need to nod or say ‘mm.’ No matter what, I will always love you, Chi Wenqiu.” Having matured into a man, Qu Jing tenderly kissed Chi Wenqiu’s damp temples. Amidst the fragmented, incoherent murmurs, he could vaguely hear the malicious curses of the person beneath him.

Qu Jing curled his lips into a smile, responding with an even more undeniable tenderness.

…

The sun rose and set again.

Chi Wenqiu was somewhat unconscious. He was given fresh water mouth-to-mouth and soaked in a comfortable hot bath, but before long, his body began to heat up again.

“Little Mom, I’ll cook for you from now on. Tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll learn it all.”

The weather was dry, and his lips, which had been ground down for so long, were cracked and peeling. Chi Wenqiu licked his lips. Soon, a hot breath descended, and he was pulled into an embrace for another kiss.

Qu Jing was like an insecure child, relentlessly seeking warmth from his body. He looked at the mark-covered Chi Wenqiu snuggled in his arms with satisfaction, as if he would be content to stay like this forever.

As his consciousness drifted and Chi Wenqiu prepared to sleep, his body was suddenly lifted into the air. He grabbed Qu Jing’s arm. “What else do you want?”

His voice was so hoarse it had changed pitch, yet it still sounded pleasant.

Qu Jing smiled with crinkled eyes: “Don’t be so guarded. I’m just taking you to eat something. I didn’t have time while helping you bathe, so I asked Housekeeper Shi to cook. Oh, I forgot to mention, she’s the new housekeeper I just hired. Her trial salary is 30,000 a month. If she performs well, I’ll give her a raise. Little Mom, you don’t need to be jealous; I’ll give you all my money to manage. You can spend it however you like.”

Chi Wenqiu didn’t process a single word. Qu Jing’s voice was like a fly buzzing around his ear. He was exhausted; his need for sleep far outweighed his hunger. He just wanted to lie down and not move.

But Qu Jing wouldn’t let him sleep, whispering into his ear: “Brother, your blood sugar is low. You really need to eat. I’m worried about how your stomach looks, you’re too thin.”

“You useless brat, didn’t you hear me say I want to sleep!” Chi Wenqiu dug into his arm so hard he drew blood. Qu Jing said indifferently, “You can hit me or scold me, even kill me, but you have to eat.”

He was lethal when he got stubborn.

Chi Wenqiu laughed out of sheer anger. He pinched the boy’s face, his nails carving bloody lines into his cheek. Qu Jing remained fearless, his pace never faltering. He carried the pajama-clad Chi Wenqiu down to the dining room, where only the new housekeeper stood waiting with her head bowed.

The housekeeper had heard that the previous manager was peerlessly elegant, but one glance at Chi Wenqiu left her stunned. A sudden weight of pressure bore down from above, a silent warning from Qu Jing’s gaze.

She quickly lowered her head, not even daring to step forward to serve food or pour wine.

The aroma of food filled the air, but to Chi Wenqiu, it was nauseating. He hadn’t forgotten the salty, metallic scent that had filled the room last night, and now Qu Jing was forcing him to eat.

Chi Wenqiu was determined to spite Qu Jing. Qu Jing didn’t use force, however, instead pleading softly: “Just a little. Have some soup. It’s fresh chicken soup, slow-simmered to help you recover. I’ve never swallowed my pride for anyone in my life, consider it mercy and just take a bite.”

Qu Jing wasn’t doing much better. The slap mark on his handsome face was still fresh, now joined by several bloody scratches; he was nearly disfigured. He was entirely indifferent to himself, focused solely on Chi Wenqiu, sensing even the slightest shift in his mood.

Chi Wenqiu wasn’t particularly angry; in fact, he was somewhat satisfied with last night’s encounter. He leaned lazily against Qu Jing’s broad shoulder, eyes half-closed like a pampered, high-born cat, elegant and untouchable.

In the end, Qu Jing lacked his father’s ruthlessness. He couldn’t bring himself to be hard on Chi Wenqiu, fearing he might hurt him even slightly.